Saturday, September 21: The Dorm

I feel a little better today. The shock's worn off, I think. Potter looks so smug, with his broomstick and his Seeker position. He thinks he sooooo great! Uhhh! I hate him. I hope he falls off his broom and his glasses jam into his head and he dies!

Sorry, that's not what I wanted to write about. I am actually supposed to be furious at Nott, again. Just can't muster the energy to hate two people with every fiber of my being at the same time, for some reason.

He hung a beautiful banner in the Slytherin common room, on which the words "Thanks to Malfoy for Gryffindor's New Seeker" were written in sparkling, gold lettering. I walked in just as Pansy was trying to rip it down. Before I could see, she had bunched it up and hidden it behind her back.

Me: Alright Pansy, what is it?

Pansy: What is… What is what?

Me: pointing to the enormous bundle of cloth That. What's it say?

Pansy: Oh Draco, it's not really important. Well, I mean, it isn't… What I mean is, I don't think you should…. What I mean is, you just get so emotional, sometimes, and…

Me: I do not!

Pansy: Yes, you do. I know you. You'll take it personally. C'mon, let's just go to breakfast. C'mon, Draye, let it go.

She called me Draye. That's when I started to worry. Was it a picture of me in my underwear, perhaps?

I did, eventually, get a hold of the banner. It didn't bother me so much as Pansy thought it would. Especially since I walked by an empty classroom just as Forrest Angelo was telling Nott off for being so nasty to me.

I knew I liked him.

Later Saturday

A picture of me in my underwear… Yes! That's what I'll do! No, no, I'm not going to post a picture of myself! I'm going to post a picture of Nott in his underwear in the common room. Yeah!

Cue maniacal laughter. I'm baaaaaaaaack!

Sunday, September 22: The Dorm

I swear, I have the weirdest dreams! Yes, yes, ANOTHER freaky dream.

This one started off as I was walking through Malfoy Mansion. I looked into a mirror to make sure I looked all right for company, because Filch was coming for tea. My reflection scowled at me and, suddenly, looking back at me was Potter with his broomstick.

I watched as he got on it and smirked at me, then I thought "Oh, it's not a mirror. It's a portrait,".

As soon as I thought that, Potter laughed and turned into Father, who said, "Oh, you're sure are you? Isn't this what you wanted to see? You're Draco Malfoy. Son of a Slytherin, son of a Slytherin, son of a Slytherin, son of a Slytherin… But, you might make a good Hufflepuff."

Then he turned into Professor Quirrell, whose turban unwound and leapt like a snake out of the portrait at me. I tried to run, but the hallway was all a circle and I wasn't going anywhere. Theodore Nott's voice was saying, "If you don't understand…" and Forrest Angelo clapped me on the shoulder and said, "It's because it's Friday the 13th."

"No!" I said. "No, it's not Friday the 13th!"

"Too bad then, Sherisse." Said Forrest, now wearing Great-Aunt Adeline's dressing gown. "I suppose you're a black sheep. The phoenix is rising."

Then he sprouted wings and flew away. I kept running in a circle forever, with the portraits (or perhaps they were mirrors) laughing hysterically. Then I realized that I was really running on the inside of the ring that Great-Aunt Adeline had given me, on which there was inscribed the words, "Toujours Pur".

Suddenly the gold began to melt and everything ran off of the sides. I realized that holding the ring was Mother, staring at me.

"Mum!" I screamed. "Help me!"

But she laughed and tossed the ring away.

Then I slipped on the gold and fell into the purple stone, and drowned there.

Like I said. Odd. Wouldn't dream interpreters have fun with that? Do you think, maybe, it means I'm crazy?

No, it probably just means I need to stop snacking late at night.

Monday, September 23: Hospital Wing

I was walking down the hallway today, when suddenly I realized that I had sprouted a tail. Headed off towards the hospital wing, growing scales as I went. Somebody jinxed me when I wasn't looking. Low Nott. Brilliant. But low.

Later Monday: The Dorm

Told Pansy about my dream. She thinks it does mean something. She made me rummage through my trunk to find the ring. It is still gaudy and still purple. Of course, "Toujours Pur" wasn't written on the inside, though there was a tiny "S" made with a snake.

"I wonder what that means." Pansy mused.

"Duh, Pansy." I said. "My Great-Aunt Adeline was in Slytherin."

"Oh." She said. "Then why isn't it green? Or red, for a phoenix?"

I told her that my Great-Aunt was nutters and the ring probably had nothing to do with a phoenix at all.

"Maybe…" She said, turning the ring over in her palm. "Mind if I hold on to it?"

"No." I said. "Keep the ugly thing."

Pansy has an overactive imagination.

Saturday, October 5

You know, I never did post that picture of Nott. I tried, I really did. Except it make me feel like a pervert.

As if I really want a glimpse of Nott in his underwear. Yuck. I am so not like that.

Thursday, October 10: The Library

Nott told Tracey Davis about my insistence on sleeping in the middle bed. She says that I clearly suffer from paranoia and possible histrionic tendencies. Now, she and Daphne Greengrass are chasing me around, trying to get me to take a personality disorder test. I am running for my life.

Still Thursday

Bwahahah! I have found refuge in the boy's bathroom. They can never make me take that test!

It's dinnertime and I am rather hungry… But, no! I shan't leave my safe haven.

Never. Do you hear me? NEVER!!!

Still, Still Thursday: Common Room

So, here are my results:

I rated "Very High" in Paranoid, Histrionic, and Narcissistic. What does this mean?

PARANOID: Paranoid personality disorder is characterized by a distrust of others and a constant suspicion that people around you have sinister motives. People with this disorder tend to have excessive trust in their own knowledge and abilities and usually avoid close relationships with others. They search for hidden meanings in everything and read hostile intentions into the actions of others. They are quick to challenge the loyalties of friends and loved ones and often appear cold and distant to others. They usually shift blame to others and tend to carry long grudges.

Except most of the people around me actually ARE untrustworthy. So, I don't think I'm actually paranoid. Just wary.

HISTRIONIC: People with histrionic personality disorder are constant attention seekers. They need to be the center of attention all the time, often interrupting others in order to dominate the conversation. They use grandiose language to describe everyday events and seek constant praise. They may dress provocatively or exaggerate illnesses in order to gain attention. They also tend to exaggerate friendships and relationships, believing that everyone loves them. They are often manipulative.

Apparently all Slytherins are histrionic. It so doesn't count. I know this sounds like me, but I get it from my father; it's not a disorder.

NARCISSISTIC: Narcissistic personality disorder is characterized by self-centeredness. Like histrionic disorder, people with this disorder seek attention and praise. They exaggerate their achievements, expecting others to recognize them as being superior. They tend to be choosy about picking friends, since they believe that not just anyone is worthy of being their friend. They tend to make good first impressions, yet have difficulty maintaining long-lasting relationships. They are generally uninterested in the feelings of others and may take advantage of them.

Except I AM superior. I'm joking. Kind of.

You know my mom's name is Narcissa, right? That means she's a narcissist! I think I'll refrain from telling her this. Also, doesn't the "choosy about picking friends" thing and the "believing everyone loves them" thing interfere with each other?

This is a load of hippogriff dung.

Midnight, Thursday-Friday: The Dorm

But what if it isn't? What if I am a horrible freak of NATURE?!? Oh, well. At least I'm rich.

Monday, October 14: Defense Against the Dark Arts

I-I-I th-th-think th-this class is b-b-boring. Can we just put Quirrell out of his misery? Please! Why did he ever seem threatening in that dream? Oh, well. I don't suppose it means anything. I mean, Filch was coming over for tea!

Even so, this class is pathetic. The only thing we're doing today is

Hey Draye! What's up?

Pansy, you're going to get us in Detention!

No way! Quirrell's too wimpy for that.

Agreed. Still, I don't like you writing in

I've been looking up information on your Aunt's ring.

Stop taking the book while I'm writing! And I told you Adeline is crazy. There isn't anything to look up!

Oh, yeah? Well then, I guess you don't want to know what I

No, not really. Bye!

Still Monday: Care of Magical Creatures

Here's the thing with Pansy. She's my friend and all, but I'm wondering: What can Pansy gain from solving this "mystery". How does it benefit her?

I mean, Pansy is one of the more trustworthy Slytherins, but she's still a Slytherin. Therefore, she must have some ulterior motive somewhere... So, does that make me paranoid? No.

Just wary.

Tuesday, October 22: Common Room

Life is boring. I can't wait for the Quidditch season to start! Potter's going to get beaten into the ground. At least Halloween's coming up.

Nott managed to charm the curtains 'round my bed to keep me trapped there. Luckily, Professor Snape heard my anguished pleas for help three hours later. Good thing too. I really had to go to the bathroom!

My revenge will be swift and painful.

Friday, October 25: Potions

Pansy keeps chasing me around telling me to "Listen, Draye! Listen!" and shoving textbooks in my face. I refuse to look at any "discoveries" about my Great-Aunt Adeline. She is BARKING and I'm not wasting my time chasing some imaginary clue to some nonexistent mystery.

Sorry Pansy. You'll get over it.

Thursday, October 31: Common Room

I was marvelously pleased with the Halloween feast. The food was wonderful and, of course, the decorations were first rate. But, somehow, a troll got loose in the school and we had to finish in our dormitories. Shame, really.

We're starting a betting pool on how the troll got in here.

It's Another Weasley Prank- 22 votes

It's A Plot By An Evil Wizard- 1 vote (Pansy, of course)

It's Hagrid's Fault- 16 votes

It Just Got In, Idiots- 8 votes

It's Potter's Fault- 10 votes

We'll Never Know- 3 votes

Later Thursday

Lost my money. The three "We'll Never Know" people won. Nobody'll tell us anything.

It's strange. I knew Hermione Granger was a weird, but I didn't think she was insane. She went after that troll, all by herself! And, of course, Hero Potter and Weasley went off to save her and won some points for Gryffindor.

My response: Oh, for Merlin's sake! What would we do without Potter to save our bottoms? Honestly.

Saturday, November 2: The Dorm

BWAHAHAHAH!!! DIE NOTT, DIE!!! I HAVE HAD MY REVENGE!!!

I charmed his slippers to munch his ickle digits when he put them on. This is the second time this year he's had to have parts of his body regrown because of me. Am I good, or am I good?

Tuesday, November 5: The Great Hall

When did Granger become friends with Potty and Weasel-Face? I thought they hated each other. I suppose there's something about almost getting your head bashed in by a troll together. If only I was so lucky.

I'm joking of course.

Friday, November 8: The Dorm

Ouch! Poor Professor Snape. When I went into his office today, he was nursing some horrible creature bite across his leg. It looked bloody sickening.

And Pansy complains about not being allowed in the Forbidden Forrest. I bet she wouldn't if she saw Snape's leg! Whatever got him is probably still out there!

Oh, the insanity.

Later Friday: The Common Room

Gryffindor vs. Slytherin is tomorrow. Marcus Flint, the team captain, was giving a pep talk in the Common Room. I told him not to bother, as Potter has freakish luck. He told me not to be so negative.

I'm not negative, though. Just a realist. Anyway, I've resigned myself to the fact that Perfect Potter is, well, perfect. I can't seem to look at Terrance Higgs, the Slytherin seeker, without shaking my head sadly.

He says this is most unnerving.

Saturday, November 9: Common Room

Well, Potter won. He almost died, but he won. I am not shocked, in any way. Except for he swallowed the Snitch, which is apparently legal. When I am older, I will make this a fowl. Or a penalty, or something. Then who'll be the best, Potter? Huh? Huh? That's right! ME!

It was really odd, though. Potter's broom started going crazy during the match! Tried to kill him! At first, I thought it was Slytherins doing, but that's Dark magic, you see. I grew up around it; I can tell.

Who at Hogwarts knows that kind of powerful Dark magic? Snape, probably, and

Dumbledore. Of course, Dumbledore wouldn't want Potter hurt. But Snape… No. I just can't see him doing that kind of thing, even if he does hate Potter.

I think I'll write Father and slip it in somehow. You know, "Hey, how are you? I'm fine. You know, Harry Potter almost died today. Isn't that interesting? Hint, hint. Nudge, nudge". Maybe he'll clue me in.

But I doubt it.


Oh, by the by, Draco's results are courtesy of the "Personality Disorder Test" which can be found on my best friend, Google. Yes, I did actually take it as him and, no, I'm not obsessed. Well... maybe just a little.